Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Crazy
"Lady Catherine...are you still there?"
Augustus’s voice rang from the other side of the door, steady yet edged with faint worry.
"Is Aiden still there with you...?"
The question sliced through the thick, sweat-soaked air like a blade.
Catherine’s body jolted, her trembling thighs squeezing against the thick rod still lodged inside her.
Her eyes widened, panic flashing across her flushed face. Thank the gods the door was shut—thank the gods she had at least that thin barrier between them.
Her heart pounded violently, not only from the pounding she had just been receiving, but from the sudden reminder: her husband stood just outside.
Her climax—so close, so sweet—was shattered, replaced by an icy fear. Yet her body betrayed her. She was still wrapped around Aiden’s monstrous length, still dripping, still clutching at him like a starving beast.
And Aiden?
He didn’t panic. He didn’t freeze. No—he pulled out with a slick, wet sound that made her bite her lip to smother a moan. The sudden emptiness made her gasp, a high, helpless sound, just as another thick string of cum dribbled down her inner thigh.
Her eyes shot to him in desperation.
"...Wait, dear!" she called hastily, forcing her voice into something calm, noble, collected.
She grabbed for the short silken gown at the edge of the bed, pulling it over her bare, ruined body, her hands trembling so badly the fabric nearly tore. She spun to him, whispering frantically, "Hide, Aiden. Hide somewhere—now!"
Her words were almost a plea, but her eyes were sharp, glowing with the golden fire of her dragon-blooded lineage.
She knew what was at stake. If Augustus saw this... if Augustus found him here like this... everything would collapse. He would excute him then and there.
She turned back toward the door barefoot, heart hammering, bare skin still sticky with sin. She prayed he had hidden, prayed Aiden wouldn’t do something reckless.
She unlatched the door with shaking hands.
Clutch!
The lock clicked.
The door opened a crack, just enough for her husband’s face to be seen.
"Yes, Augustus?" Catherine asked, her noble tone firm, though her body still quivered with aftershocks of forbidden lust.
Behind her mask of composure, her thighs pressed together desperately. She could still feel the warm trickle sliding down, Aiden’s seed marking her, dripping freely down her legs as if mocking her attempt at dignity.
Augustus studied her. His wife stood flushed, her golden hair damp and tangled, sweat on her brow, her lips swollen. She wore only a thin nightgown, hastily pulled on.
"Are you... are you well, Lady Catherine?" he asked, his voice edged with worry.
She smiled faintly, the perfect noble mask sliding into place. "Just a bit of fever, Augustus," she lied smoothly, voice even, eyes steady.
She had lied a thousand times in her life. But never with his seed trickling out of her onto the floor.
"Then I’ll send for a healer," Augustus began. "Our daughter brought a new healer into the estate—an abbess. I’ll call her to—"
"No." Catherine’s voice cracked sharply, almost too sharp. Her hand tightened on the doorknob. "No, Augustus. I only need rest. You know well—our dragon blood heals faster than any magic. I don’t need a healer."
Pride, strength—her bloodline’s arrogance was her excuse. It shielded her lie.
But her pride shattered in the next instant.
Because she felt it.
That hot rod. That maddening, unforgivable, glorious rod pressing against her from behind.
Her face froze.
He didn’t hide.
Her mind screamed. Her body burned. He was there, close enough to touch, sliding the swollen tip of his cock against the wet lips of her still-used entrance. Her knees nearly buckled.
’What are you doing, Aiden?!’ she screamed inside. ’I’m saving us—trying to protect you—and you... you...’
But his heat consumed her reason.
"...Sorry, Catherine," Augustus said gently, his voice softening. "I didn’t mean to push. You should rest. I was only looking for Aiden. Where is that lad?"
Her heart stopped.
Her lips parted, words ready to save him, to say he’s not here—
But Aiden thrust.
Just the tip. Just enough to sink inside her slick folds. Just enough to wring a strangled gasp from her throat.
"...Aiden..." Catherine stammered, then forced her tone into something steady. "Aiden left earlier. He said... he said he was learning the way of the knight."
Her voice shook, trembling from the thick length that was slowly burying itself back inside her.
"Ohhh, Aiden. Ever the hard worker," Augustus chuckled, unsuspecting.
Catherine’s eyes watered, not from sorrow, but from the unbearable mix of fear and ecstasy.
She wanted to scream at Aiden, to curse him for this insanity—but her body was betraying her with every wet sound.
"But a guest has arrived," Augustus continued, his voice muffled by the door. "A special guest. And surprisingly, she’s searching for Aiden."
Aiden’s golden eyes sharpened. He heard every word, his thrusts pausing for only a heartbeat.
’A guest... looking for me?’ he thought darkly, hands gripping Catherine’s hips with iron strength.
Catherine’s lips trembled. "She? ...Ahh—!" She bit back the moan as he pushed deeper, slow, relentless.
Her irritation—her jealousy—slipped into her words despite herself.
’Damn you, Aiden,’ she thought, half-crying. ’You’re insane. You’re pushing me toward the edge—right in front of him.’
"Lady Catherine, you really don’t seem well," Augustus said, his voice tightening with concern. "Perhaps I should—"
"NO!" Catherine cried, louder than she meant to.
The word echoed in the hallway. Augustus froze on the other side.
Inside, Catherine clutched the doorframe like her life depended on it, her body writhing as Aiden drove deeper into her. Every thrust made her bite her lip until it bled. Every gasp trembled on the edge of a moan.
Her noble mask cracked.
"...Forgive me," Augustus said softly, backing away. His pride wounded, his concern tangled with fear of her temper. "Rest, Catherine. I’ll send Akidna to search for him instead. Please... be well before the party. Your father is also visiting."
His footsteps faded.
The instant his presence was gone, Catherine sagged against the door, trembling violently.
Her lips parted, and her moan finally escaped.
"Ahhh—Aiden..."
Her whole body jolted with each merciless thrust. His cock filled her to the very core, stretching her until she thought she might break.
Her chest heaved, her golden hair stuck to her sweaty face.
"Why..." she gasped between moans, "...why are you so crazy, Aiden?"